Chapter 393

Grace had never treated Ivy with much respect.

In her view, Ivy's position should belong to Priscilla, with Grace as a powerful second-in-command. Normally, Ivy would let Grace's arrogance slide.

But after Anya's call, Ivy was determined to put a stop to it.

Today, the line was crossed. Grace barged into the office without knocking.

Ivy's stern voice cut through the tension. "Grace, don't you have hands to knock?"

Furious and ready for a fight, Grace raised her cactus-decorated hand. "Can't you see? My hand is hurt."

Priscilla quickly tried to smooth things over for Grace and said, "Ms. Mallin, her hand is indeed injured."

Ivy knew Priscilla usually handled reports. Grace wouldn't be here unless something significant went down. Ivy settled back in her chair, a cool mask on her face, waiting for Grace to explain.

Grace immediately said, "Ms. Mallin, there's this new guy, Frederick York. You know him?"

A sly smile played on Ivy's lips. Grace's anger clearly stemmed from Frederic